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He snickered and did the same. Just as Cassie relaxed from Brad's fake out, he rushed her quick. She barely had time to plant her feet as he reached around and grabbed at the bottom hem of her shirt. She shook side to side as he crouched before her. She reached over his back and did the same to the back of his shirt. Pulling it upwards like she indian was trying to 'jersey' him. He sensed he was in a worse position and slid his hands down onto Cassie's hips. He shifted side to side to restrict her freedom on his shirt. He then tucked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants. He nervously fiddled with her hem as she tugged at his shirt. She spread her stance wider making it difficult for Brad to wiggle down her tight leggings. They both laughed within their own struggles. Brad knelt on one knee, struggling to get a grip on Cassie's pants. She was slowly working his shirt upwards. He then used all of his strength to burst upward back to standing up as tall as he could. He held the hem of Cassie's pants tight as he rose. He pulled upwards with all his strength. He gave her a wedgie that put all other wedgies to shame Cassie squealed from surprise. She raised a few inches off the ground as her leggings went rose up tight into the crease of her bum and pussy. She let out another giggled squeal, a mix between pain and delight. She let go of Brad's shirt and gripped his shoulders, trying to escape the pants' suspension. “You, don’t like it?” Emma asked a bit worry. He told me that their parents and the police might be interested in the pictures they took with the ipad of me jacking them off! He fired off every round he had and then threw the shotgun away. “Are you saying no to me, boy?” I asked with raised eyebrows. Another “mmfff” from Tom. She looked around at the matrix they were in, then looked back at him, puzzled. I wriggled in the delight of my incestual captivity, moving like no nymph should, reacting to new instincts that called seductively for me. That night in bed after the post coitus euphoria, Mason told me that a handyman would be there the next day. But unfortunately, the wife came home from her summer away. “He kissed me on the cheek. “Well..God girl, that was indian sure fun” she giggled. That takes a colossal amount of trust on his part. “Hey, does anyone want to fuck me now?” she asked excitedly. Almost seeming to hear what he had said, George said: